"But they get soggy far too fast!"

"Why would you take the time to let them get soggy when they're so delicious?!"

"Delicious? As in, delicious food? More like a deliciously lethal weapon!"

This was the arguement the resident werewolf of 12 Grimmauld Place walked into when just hoping for a steaming cup of tea. Instead he found a redfaced Hermione Granger screaming at an equally redfaced Sirius. He looked between them for a moment before asking, "What in Merlin's name could be worth screaming about at this time?"

Sirius laughed harshly, "Most brilliant witch of her age? I think we were all mistaken, Moony."

Hermione glared at him, "Yes, you were mistaken. Good for you to finally admit it."

"You know exactly what I was admitting to, and it wasn't your crazy claim!"

And so started another shouting match, this time so loud Remus couldn't understand two words of it. With the full moon in two days and his nerves already worn as thin as thred, he held up his arms and screamed, "Enough!"

Silence was a blanket over the arguement for a moment as the two offending parties looked toward him, "Will someone please explain to me what the bloody hell is happening here?"

"Us too," Harry said as he and Ron walked into the kitchen.

Hermione let out an angry huff, "This man is a complete and utter idiot!"

Remus laughed, "This we already knew, love, but pelase do explain what he has done to offend you."

"He thinks blueberry muffins are the best kind of muffin when it's clearly cinnamon!"

"'Clearly' my adorable, wagging arse," Sirius growled. "Blueberry is not only colorful, but tasteful, nutritious, and a classic!"

She gagged, "Yes, because when I wake up in the morning, all I want to do is eat a food the same color as some forms of bathroom mold."

"No one said you had to eat them in the morning, Princess."

"Shove it, Sirius!"

Remus held up his hand again, "Wait a minute here. This is an arguement about the best muffin...and you haven't said chocolate!?"

"Figures you would say that based on your biased opinion, but I"m sorry folks. It's obvious that pumpkin muffins are the way to go," Harry interrupted.

Ron crossed his arms arrogantly, "I don't even like muffins, so there!"

The rest of the crowd shared a look, then collectively glared at him and pointed to the door, "GET OUT!"

Ron gave an angry sort of grunt and stomped out of there as the verbal muffin battle of the century broke out behind him. He saw Ginny eavesdropping from the doorway and rolled his eyes at the people behind him so she could see, "Unbelievable, that lot."

"I know!" Ginny shook her head. "It's clear lemon poppyseed is heaven!"

My friend and I have started a challenge where we will give each other a subject to write a fic on. She challenged me with 'muffins'. Let me know what you think of my "challenge filler" fic!